IN CASE YOU'VE BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK
Please see a counselor.
Also, you should know that this weekend is the Miami Book Fair, where the world famous Rock Bottom Remainders will be performing surgery sexually (well, we aren't sure what it is, but it certainly isn't music) publicly at 5 pm (or possibly 5:30; how would we know?) on Saturday, as well as (of course) at the Voices for Children event tonight.

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CH-A MISTAKE? She made a MISTAKE? A mistake is when you forget to take your paycheck out of your jeans before you wash them! Whutthehell??
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 03:49 PM
*pours glass of exceptional Chardonnay*
Sio--tell Dave to look sexy for the camera for us would ya?
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 03:50 PM
Sorry for the buzzkill. That story made me so mad I can't even see straight right now. Round of gumballs for the crowd. Better make them extra-strength.
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 03:51 PM
OKIE DOKIE!!
I'll try my best girls! If not, I'll have CJ look sexy and smouldering ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | November 17, 2006 at 03:51 PM
Is Mark Foley coming out of rehab to take part in the Voices for the Children event, or will he be advocating from afar?
Posted by: jon | November 17, 2006 at 03:51 PM
CH--this could only make sense to me if it said 18 year old teenage son who-knows-absolutely- everything was tossed in canal. Now THAT I can understand.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 03:52 PM
siouxie, THAT'S IT!!! a shot of all three! (carl,dave and cj, not baileys, kahlua and vodka.)
Posted by: crossgirl | November 17, 2006 at 03:53 PM
Well folks! I'm off for a bit. (CH don't say it!!) LOL
Posted by: Siouxie | November 17, 2006 at 03:53 PM
If it's a CJ photo, I'm gonna need a different frame. A pirate-y one.
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 03:53 PM
Defense for other idiots who have been blogged: "But I didn't mean to bang a deer carcass. It was a mistake."
*Manfully unscrews bali's Baileys bottle*
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | November 17, 2006 at 03:54 PM
a triple-threat pic!! got it!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 17, 2006 at 03:54 PM
waves forlornly at siouxie.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 17, 2006 at 03:55 PM
Well, seeing as that she was 17 at the time that she murdered her child, that would have been difficult to arrange.
I guess this upsets me so much because I just love - LOVE - children, and babies are the best. The concept that someone could take a squirming, helpless baby, stuff him into a backpack, and pitch it into a canal makes me want to go throw up.
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 03:55 PM
It makes me want to go thow lead.
At about 2800 feet per second.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | November 17, 2006 at 03:57 PM
let's assume she was stupid and scared and in pain and she really did think the baby was stillborn. please.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 17, 2006 at 03:57 PM
Still, cg. Probation? PROBATION???
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 03:58 PM
'nother gumball?
Posted by: crossgirl | November 17, 2006 at 03:59 PM
CH, just a geographic point. South Florida is a place unto itself. That is the central theme in most Hiassen books. I've been in the left lane of a 4-lane, divided road down there and had a park park in front of me, the driver then sauntering into a store! Once you get out of the Grove, Coral Gables, or the area adjacent to Biscayne Bay, you need a passport, IMHO.
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 03:59 PM
I've been 16, stupid, scared and in pain. The response to my response to that situation was:
"9-1-1. What is your emergency?"
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | November 17, 2006 at 03:59 PM
Unfunny Alert (For CH) All others skip this.
CH. I understand completely. We lost a little one once. A couple of days later in the supermarket line I watched a (expletive) woman slap her little baby because it wouldn't quite crying. It was all (and I mean ALL) I could do not to snatch that baby away from her. I did however lose my composure and proceed to tell her exactly what I thought about her parenting abilities. I would have done anything to take that little one home that day. LIttle miracles are wasted on some folks. *sigh*
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:00 PM
Okay, now I need a drink. Perferrably without a rodent. Who has those gumballs?
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:02 PM
*zips in after being out all day*
Hey! I just bought a talking Johnny Damon doll!
Gee, I didn't realize he was such a bible thumper!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | November 17, 2006 at 04:07 PM
*chewing gumballs with great determination...*
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 04:08 PM
That's funny, my Kenny Loggins doll is the same way!
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 04:09 PM
Punkin, I adore you. You make me laugh at the most unexpected times. Cheers!
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:09 PM
CH-I don't have any children, so the thought of someone doing this to an infant is enraging.
I'm hoping it happened the way crossgirl described.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | November 17, 2006 at 04:11 PM
*wonders how many gumballs one can stuff in ones mouth at one time?*
Hey, who drank all the Vodka?
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:15 PM
My daughter got pregnant at 15 and never, ever thought about getting rid of him. He has been a joy to us. She lost boy #5 in utero last April and is now expecting another boy in March 2007. She says she is done as they only have a 7 passenger van. She says that having this many kids is revenge for being an only child.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 04:18 PM
*Is still willing to trade baby brother for a much wanted pony*
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:19 PM
Does that explain the half a boy? Still in utero? I was a little concerned that something had happened to Private Johnson.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | November 17, 2006 at 04:20 PM
Ah. Now I understand.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:24 PM
Yes, that explains it. We have Cain, Daytin, Ezekiel, Finnehas and the next one is Hewitt. We lost Greshom. She is not one for regular names as hers is Amy.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 04:24 PM
DPC - i'll let you use any one of my arsenal. your pick. personally, i think that the ancient Chinese 'death by a thousand cuts' is more in line with what i had in mind for this creature. i don't even like children and i want to get in line to take a shot at such a monster.
Posted by: wickedwitch | November 17, 2006 at 04:26 PM
What, no tugs boats in Bellingham to select from?
Finnehas? Really?
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:27 PM
Finnehas Mordecai Harp. We call him Cai. He is going to have to be tough to live through school with that name.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 04:28 PM
RG, I hadn't noticed Bellingham. I loves me some Bellingham! I lived there [when I was on land] for @ a year, back in the 80s. BTW, remember when you go to Australia, you have to skate counter-clockwise.
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 04:33 PM
I'd sign him up for karate lessons as soon as possible. :)
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:34 PM
CJ, do you live on a boat?
If so, am v. envious.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:35 PM
PROBATION??!!??
Pass me a gumball.
Posted by: wingpup | November 17, 2006 at 04:37 PM
wingpup Here's 42 of them. Trust me, you'll need em.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:39 PM
*stuffs mouth with gumballs*
ank-oo...
Posted by: wingpup | November 17, 2006 at 04:40 PM
el com
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:40 PM
I have to skip, folks.
See ya' tomorrow CJ. Have a safe trip.
Posted by: estrogen centrale | November 17, 2006 at 04:41 PM
I hope that it happened that way, too, LBFF, but the odds are strongly against it. Healthy 17-year-old women almost always give birth to hearty, healthy babies.
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 04:45 PM
*sigh*
Is the blog bar open yet?
I could use a drink or three.
Long week.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 04:47 PM
I'm back! Pass the gumballs, make room on the couch, and I'll take a glass of that exceptional Chardonnay, unless Cheryl finished it off already. Also, I think the 17-year-old should be stuffed into a backpack and thrown into a canal.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 04:48 PM
Cheryl: not then. Then I stayed with my Great Uncle and Great Aunt, between trips to the Bering Sea for NMFS. After, I lived aboard a 40-footer for 9 years. Wonderful, but cramped. Now I am spoiled by large kitchens and appliances, which brings me to my Happy Hour Rant:
I want a special store that sells appliances just for guys of the male gender. Why do I have a clothes dryer full of wet clothes? Because my clothes dryer is purty! I can tell the starter switch has a leg out on the relay, so it starts when I press, but stops when I release. However, I can't do anything about it, easily, as my dryer is purty. Therefore, I have to pull the dryer out into the kitchen, releasing the vent hose, take the whole dang back off of it, etc. I want a clothes dryer where all the important stuff is right there where I can get to it! Who cares what it looks like? That's what closet doors are for! Alternatively [like just now] I can wait till it clicks over into wrinkle-guard mode and starts itself automatically, then run into the kitchen and spin the dial over into the normal cycle. Next time I will be more careful about running into the kitchen and trying to skid to a stop in socks. [OW!] I know it seems silly to pack dry clothes to go to Miami for a rainy outing, but.... I need another beer! How's everybody's mojitos?
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 04:50 PM
Cheryl,
Cai is also the smallest of her boys. But he can dish it right back at his brothers. One of them had to get 8 stitches in his eyebrow last week after throwing water on Cai. Cai grabbed a cup, filled it with water and threw the whole thing back. Problem was that it was a heavy wooden cup.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 04:50 PM
Ah, the joys of boys. I asked my mother-in-law once how she survived having 4 of them (in a 6-year period) to raise. She looked at me with a straight face and said they had never given her a moment's trouble. Ain't mother's amnesia grand?
*waiting patiently for Chardonnay, but will be happy to accept mojito*
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 04:54 PM
I have to skip out too. Tis Friday and time for us girls to convene.
Ducky, Magnums my friend. Magnums.... ;-)
RG--*High five to Cai*
CJ--Will take rain check on beloved mojito. Looks forward to smouldering photo from Sios' crap cam. Also, was this *fingers piched really close together* close from buying a 65' Swan Sloop many years ago. Her name translated into the Drunken Boat (See RG, it coulda been worse...)
Also: Has teenager (above post) and throwing them in canal is not likely to incite same outrage. If so, is happy to send son to any of the bloggers till he's 25 or so.
For Example:
EC, CJ--What can I say except "Its not fair! Why can't I go? All my blog friends will be there! I hate this!" *slams blog door*
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 17, 2006 at 04:57 PM
Yeah, blurk, I showed them the picture. Tough luck about your cruiser; was the pilot okay?
:-)
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 05:01 PM
Sorry - this picture.
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 05:03 PM
*Pours Ducky a pond of Chardonnay, slides Blurk a 3-pack of ESBs*
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 05:05 PM
CH-I know, you're probably right. When I see things like that I always think: She could have just given it to me, no questions asked. Better that than the choice she made.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | November 17, 2006 at 05:05 PM
How'd that d@mn jet get there anyway.
This is a flightline?
Oh...my bad.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:06 PM
Think my insurance premiums will to up?
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:07 PM
BTW, I think Cheryl's gone, but I also think she's crazy! She passed up a Swan 65? Possibly the greatest big cruiser/ racer ever made! Such a gal of the female gender!!
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 05:08 PM
Or "go" up even.
CJ slide a few more of them ESBs over here please.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:09 PM
Think those could have been a contributing factor, blurk? :-D
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 05:10 PM
No, CH. I gave myself a field sobriety test.
I was able to do everything I asked myself to do.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:11 PM
Oh, and blurk? We're noticing a pattern.
LOL
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 05:12 PM
CH, I can't open that one.
Whut izzit?
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:13 PM
Blurkie, after:
1) braving the store's female undergarment section with the young female blurkling, and
2) actually DISCUSSING said purchase with said blurkling, not to mention
3) having your car smooshed, and STILL
4) staying on the non-smoking wagon--you should get an unlimited supply of ESB's, AND a gold star for Dad of the Year!
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 05:14 PM
It's the front of your truck (they blotted out the numbers on your Montana plate) with the Easter Bunny, his basket, and eggs embedded across the front grille.
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 05:14 PM
Actually, I couldn't open the jet and the cruiser either but trust me, I've seen it a million times. It was not a good time to be an AF cop right after that accident.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:14 PM
(psst. JD, I'm reasonably confident that's not really blurk's car...)
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 17, 2006 at 05:16 PM
psst, CH, I know! ;)
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 05:17 PM
Blurk, check your email for another 3-pack and a pdf of CH's link; it's hilarious!
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 05:20 PM
Ducky, the bra shoppin' was nothin'. Last summer blurkette and I were on vacation back home in West Virginia. We were in a drug store (Rite Aid) when blurkette said she had to use the bathroom. When she came out she was white as a sheet. I asked what was wrong and she told me she just "started". That's right, the very first one. Bein' the all knowin' daddy I am I went straight to the feminine hygiene section and bought...one of each...of everything. When we got back to my parents house, mom took blurkette back to the drug store and got what she actually needed.
Hey, I tried.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:21 PM
Thanks, CJ.
It HAD to be Montana didn't it?
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:24 PM
*gives blurk points for trying*
*wonders what the drugstore clerk thought while ringing up blurk's purchases*
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 05:25 PM
Blurk, lucky you for a mom like that. Us runs swear we're adopted 'cause there's no way our mom ever did that! I remember when I was around blurkette's age they separated the boys and girls into different assemblies and us guys weren't very well occupied in ours. I asked the little gal I was sweet on at the time what hers was about and I was not very clear on it. So I asked my mom about it and she told me to look it up. I never did get what was so special about the gals having to have their own assembly about ministrations.
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 05:30 PM
Who hit who?
Posted by: ron | November 17, 2006 at 05:31 PM
Who hit who?
Posted by: ron | November 17, 2006 at 05:32 PM
Believe me, CJ. I'd rather not have to learn all this stuff.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:33 PM
ron, if yer talkin' about the jet and the cruiser, the cop fell asleep. No kiddin'.
The damage was $1.8 mil if I remember correctly.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:34 PM
I see now that in order to post comments I have to jump through hoops. See y'all later.
Posted by: ron | November 17, 2006 at 05:34 PM
Thanks,CJ, for opening the bottle. I finally found my way back from opening all the other bottles at the bar, that Hot Damn 100 ain't half bad! Hi, blurk!
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 05:35 PM
Oh, and RollrG, I grew up in Yakima! Say hi to my mountains for me!
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 05:36 PM
Hey bali!!
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 05:36 PM
Ron, that's the "bot." You double-posted,by accidently hitting post, twice. The bot thought you were a sp@mmer. The bot also kicks in if you use certain words like sp@m, or c@sino, or ci@lis.
Bali, CH says you're welcome!
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 05:41 PM
OK Baligurl. They said Hi back at ya.
I could use a glass of Beaujolais right about now. Between last weeks and this weeks storms, my roof lost a lot of shingles, so my roof leaks and my fence is falling down. I decided to just leave the buckets in the living room for when it starts raining and blowing this weekend.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 05:41 PM
RG, clearly you haven't figured out what boys are for. With 4.5 grandboys, your fence and roof should be spiffy! If he couldn't find anything else for us to do, my dad made us walk around the neighborhood with wheelbarrows full of rocks and dirt to fill in potholes.
Posted by: CJrun | November 17, 2006 at 05:50 PM
Set me up, barkeep.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 17, 2006 at 05:51 PM
*gives RollrG a glass of wine and an umbrella*
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 05:52 PM
Hi, Wyo! Name your poison.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 05:53 PM
blurk, lookin' at your flightline accident reminded me of the time one or our soldiers took a Howitzer joy riding from Ft. Carson toward Denver. Tryin' to get an off-post dispatch after that was troublesome to say the least. The military (term is loosly applied to the Air Force too) has a way of overreacting to any "accident."
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 17, 2006 at 05:54 PM
Oh, did CH get the lid? Am I gonna have to paint his house, too? Oh, wait, thatwas our little secret. Dang.
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 05:54 PM
Hi, Ducky, Lagavoulin tonight. (It's Friday)
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 17, 2006 at 05:55 PM
I just caught the tail end of a story on CNN. There were mobs of people outside a store today and the police had to be called to quell (believes that is the first time that word has ever appeared in this blog) the riot. I'm assuming it was a Dave book-signing/strumpeting.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | November 17, 2006 at 05:55 PM
blurk i can totally, almost, relate. i am often in the position of answering questions for my guys. i've done good so far. only one i couldn't answer for my little darlings was what it feels like to ejaculate. figure some things you gotta learn on your own. if i can be a great dad, i reckon you can be an awesome mom when you have to.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 17, 2006 at 05:55 PM
Hey, everybody, I'm firin' up the grill. Sirloin, anyone?
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 05:55 PM
CJ, that reminds me of a story about my mom. She kept putting gravel down a hole in the yard, but it never filled up. A city works guy saw her and told her that it would take a very long time to fill it up as it was an air vent from the old coal mines that run under our neighborhood.
I would love to put the boys to work at my house, but they are never over long enough. If they want to continue paying for skating lessons, they are going to have to put in some time around my place.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 05:56 PM
Thanks Ducky! baligurl, make mine medium rare with sauted sweet onions on the side. Wait...never mind that is what my husband is making for dinner tonight. Friday night is steak night at our house.
Posted by: RollrGramma | November 17, 2006 at 05:58 PM
CJ, my dad used to buy houses, fix'em up and sell'em. So he'd drag us kids out at dawn's ugly crack and make us do yardwork. Being the youngest girl of 7, with one younger brother (The Messiah) I got permanently relieved of yard duty following a dirtclod fight that left me with 6 stitches and a concussion. I didn't know I could throw it that hard, that close. Good times.
Posted by: baligurl | November 17, 2006 at 06:00 PM
Make mine rare, bali, thanks.
been a long time since anyone added a picture.
Any new takers?
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 17, 2006 at 06:03 PM
Sorry, Wyo, had to make a quick liquor store run.
here you go.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 17, 2006 at 06:04 PM
Wyo, I won't take offense at the loosely applied "military".
That's exactly why I joined the AF.
Major problem in the army: No overhead cover on the foxhole and it's rainin' cats and dogs.
Major problem in the AF: The cable just went out.
Posted by: blurk | November 17, 2006 at 06:05 PM
someone say steak? rare please!
Posted by: crossgirl | November 17, 2006 at 06:06 PM
major problem in the Navy: we're out of coffee.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 17, 2006 at 06:08 PM